Planescape - Halfbloods

You only get one chance

This might as well be the best opportunity they could get. Half-breeds both, despised by their own race, they stood before the portal in Tradegate with a life-threatening dilemma. The wizard’s spell had temporarily blocked the scrying spell of their tormentors, their masters. They could escape. Leave the abyss forever. Perhaps this mission on Tradegate was that window of opportunity they thought they would never get. Step in, and a body finds himself on Bytopia. Not the best place for two half-demons, but anywhere’s better than the Abyss, right?

Two centuries of torment and obedience were more than enough for anyone. Even a marquis cambion and a very gifted alu-fiend. Two centuries of being pawns of the balor, mariliths and any other fucking demon that considered themselves superior. Of constant suffering and endless years at the torture halls. Of facing against the uncontrollable mood of a balor host and an even more oppressive demon lord. Being the least wanted amongst your kind, serving a life of misery and being thrown away when not used, never having any hope of rising to anything better than this. Worst of all was the 3-feet long chain that bind them together by their backs and, if tugged even a bit, would sent shriveling pain to both of them. Of course, the marilith enjoyed giving different orders to both of them. If they ignored the order, they would get punished. If they both followed it, the chain would take effect. Most of the times, they both ended up unconscious. The alu-fiend payed for its attempt to dispel this torment by having the lord place a spell on her that would make her remember this insolence each time she attempted to dispel anything again. Of course again, their assignments would frequently entail dispelling items or spells.

But this was not that day. Perhaps it took too long to make a decision. Perhaps their tormentors knew it anyway. But it didn’t work. The scrying resumed and they had no other choice. They returned, fully knowing what awaited them for even daring to think of escaping. It was certain their masters would know, of course…